Individual Roleplay

{I'll be home for Christmas}

Name: "Yuki Kenzo, sir!"

Age: "I'm 18, sir!"

Sexuality: Yuki giggles. "You're silly, sir." (Gay)

Personality: Yuki is childish and hyper, but can be a bit sensitive. As much as others are annoyed by how nonchalant he is about being in the middle of the war, many people will admit he's a good soldier. His childish ways make him a good spy, and he tends to calm people down. He's also quick and light on his feet. 

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Scenario: You are Yuki's commanding officer. Although he doesn't seem fit for war, he's all in all a good kid. In fact, despite your best efforts, you've found yourself growing closer and closer to him. Now here you are, engaged in battle with the enemy. All is well, and you're easily winning against these enemy troops. That is, all is going well until about five feet ahead of you there's a gunshot and Yuki falls to the ground with a yelp. The enemy has pulled back into a temporary retreat, but you don't know how long it will be before they regroup and come back. You run to Yuki's side and drop to your knees. He's not dead, but blood is blossoming through his shirt across his stomach. He looks up at you, eyes unfocused as snow begins to fall. Even if he survives this, it's likely he won't be able to fight ever again. Then, as if a Christmas miracle has come a week early, Yuki opens his mouth and speaks with a cough.  

"Am I going to die, sir?"